Fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me, Jake,” I begged, all the while trying to wiggle my hips enough for him to slide into me.Finally, I felt h...is penis slowly slide into my pussy. Inch…by agonizing… inch… I tossed my long brown hair over my left shoulder and looked at him over my right. His eyes were focused on my ass and his penis sliding in and out of my vagina. He caught me staring at him and smiled. He smacked my ass again and I felt my pussy clench on his dick. I lost focus and. Soon, the forty five minutes were up, and the class broke up. Kiara ran to her sister and hugged her, before even putting the robe back on, and thanked her for asking her to do this. Kiara was having the time of her life. She then returned to the podium, put her robe back on, and excused herself for the bathroom. As she entered the stall in the bathroom, she hung up her robe and sat on the toilet without even lifting the seat. She wasn't going to pretend to be here for the toilet, she was. “Michelle!” said a matronly women, dressed in black, her clothes frumpy. Rosa was a cheerful fixture at Michelle’s parish of St. Simeon Stylites, and the last person Michelle would have expected to encounter at an Opus Dei meeting. Rosa was a baker who sampled more of her work than was quite reasonable. In one of her hands was an eccles cake; she shook Michelle’s hand with the other.“Hi yourself!” said Michelle, giving Rosa a hug. Rosa let go to preserve her eccles cake, and then stepped back. She was the photographic negative of Eve. Where Eve was tall blond and athletic, Miss Randall was short, dark and voluptuous. She had thick auburn hair that hung in ringlets past her shoulders. Those shoulders were broad and she looked powerful in a five-two frame. I was approaching her from behind and I couldn’t miss her beautifully muscled legs, in four-inch heels. Those legs extended a surprisingly long way up to a round, firm butt.But, I nearly fainted from pure lust when she turned around..